And seeing her, especially with her looking guilty, confused me so much Ialmost missed looking at her companion.Which would have been a shame, as she ...as simply the most beautiful womanI've ever seen - as well as the most frightening.For the first time, I understood why "awesome" really meant a source ofboth wonder and terror.She had dark brown skin, raven black hair, and was wearing anasymmetrical dress that reached down to her feet, which were encased inflat sandals.I managed to croak out,. The four guys stood back to admire their handiwork, Sophia was spread-eagled across the table, her hips on one edge and her head hanging off the opposite edge, her body arched upwards pulling her tummy tight, her breasts exposed, the nipples standing up waiting to be abused by their fingers and teeth. The only piece of clothing still adorning her stunning 36c-24-36 body was her white lacy panties as the men started to strip off their overalls and the rest of their clothing, keeping just the. She took a word from me that I will not have sex with her as we would be alone in the flat. I said I’ll try to control myself and won’t go out of my limits, but I knew at the back of my mind that I’ll get her laid and will get on top of her.Finally I landed in Kolkata and straight messaged her to come. I got ready, perfumed myself, trimmed the hairs of my pubic region and even put some rosewater on it so that nothing goes wrong. The door bell ranged and there was my darling standing right in. F. had to mean feeling fine, not freshly fucked.I pulled open the nightstand drawer where I kept John's letters to me, I began opening them and reading. It was the fifth letter where he began putting that in the Postscript. I also caught something else; he kept telling me to go out and have fun. Not to stay home all cooped up. He told me to go to the club and let my hair down. What was he telling me or trying to tell me? Was he telling me to go to bed with other men? No way, NO FUCKING WAY!!!I.